Ladybug Invasion
Seriously. It’s not funny. My entire domicile is under attack from the Asian Lady Beetle. It’s like Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’ only smaller and silent. The house, the yard, the air space between my garage and the back door, all look like I went Hyper-Halloween crazy. It looks like I bought 10 cans of orange spray paint at Michaels craft store and in a drunken fit painted everything.

After dressing in battle armor yesterday, I triumphantly cranked on the water and unleashed the hose on them all. This only seemed to irritated them. Then they breached my first line of defense and the little buggers started crawling under my shirt and nesting in my hair. I went nuts. The Asian Lady Beetle doesn’t bite and can’t harm you in any way but their resilience and sheer numbers are enough to drive you mad. All yard work has come to a grinding halt until these little orange torture devils die off or migrate south. Until then, I am a prisoner in my own home.